Tuesday, March 20, 2012

For Jan

A poem for you today, dear friend.

Work, by Mary Oliver

How beautiful
this morning
was Pasture Pond.

It had lain in the dark, all night,
catching the rain

on its broad back.
All day I work
with the linen of words

and the pins of punctuation
all day I hang out
over a desk

grinding my teeth
Then I sleep.

Then I come out of the house,
even before the sun is up,

and walk back through the pinewoods
to Pasture Pond.

1 comment:

  1. It is nice to be seen. Thank you Jenny. —Jan